WHEN THE EAGLE FLIES



A cauldron of simmering discontent 
lies beneath the brave face for society 
A stash of unbridled dark humour 
A cache of unrevealed displeasure 
Tailored gemstones that sparkle quietly 
lie behind the stoic steady gaze 
Almond orbs that look into your soul 
Perhaps freeze emotion or burn a hole 
Palms sweaty from fever and perspiration 
lie under fur gloves worn for winter 
Hands that tremble in anticipation 
Fingertips blue from warmth deprivation 
The naked truth about our inner selves 
lies beneath the attire suited for the moment 
Secrets cloaked in ribbons of couture 
The concealment of past for a better future 
It might have appeared to go unnoticed 
But when the eagle flies it sees far and wide 
Vision three hundred and sixty degrees 
Detailed scrutiny of the seven seas 
And fly with it the guarded secrets do 
Carried on tireless wings over distant lands 
Keeping all the cards close to its chest 
Till at long last its breath arrests

-  Wind beneath my Wings (Bette Midler)












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